Amara’s POV
After the kiss, an unspoken silence hung heavy between us, the air thick with tension neither of us could break.
I shifted in my seat, my heart still racing, and turned my face toward the window, hoping the passing scenery would distract me. "What was I thinking?" I cursed myself inwardly. I’d kissed him—Ryder, the man I despised most in this world. I hated the way my heart betrayed me, still pounding with the memory of his lips against mine.
As we pulled into the school parking lot, I tried to slip out of the car quickly, desperate to put some distance between us. But Ryder was at my side in a flash, his presence a constant, unwavering reminder of the tangled mess I now found myself in.
As we walked toward the school, I could hear the murmur of voices as heads turned our
